Never Close Your Eyes

TC 🔒 : C. 41

| Chapter Forty-One |

"A consciously aware, thirsty zombie? That didn't bite the flesh off of Rosie? What are you?" He inquired the 'zombie' that tried to represent itself, but his eyes slowly lit up in realization of the matter.

He suddenly slammed his index finger towards his human-like doll, "You're controlling the zombies around you!"

(Y/N) looked at him with the most deadpan look she's ever slaughtered somebody with. How would she be able to control a necessity, like drinking water?

Were the zombies suppose to be like her puppets? Murphy can only control their movements and the way they do things—and that's only some of the time.

He didn't even get to control their thirst, unless you include blood thirst. She was pretty confident in that theory.

"Okay so, maybe not you." He finally denied such impossible theory when the look verbatim.

"Our-Our friends had car-car trouble," Murphy swallowed, cringing at the burn, "when we fell into your p-pit."

Mulling his words over like he actually was comprehending the speech instead of getting excited over his find, he finally made the correction connection.

"Wait here, please."

They heard the door shut when they finally made eye contact with each other, eyes trying to read into the window of the other person without violating too much.

"Are you okay?" Murphy didn't know what she had been through, but he noticed the change of clothes and hair.

The clothes, he worried about.

"Thirsty." She breathed out, trying not to sound too frustrated at the fact he got the water.

Full sentences hurt her scratchy throat, but she couldn't do much but watch the events unfold before her tired eyes.

Before Murphy could offer her support, or even lie about their situation, the door to the lab swung open to the assaulter.

He was back to Murphy's side in seven long strides, confidence oozing out of the thick combat boots

"Can I help you with something?" He acted as if he was the big bad scary boyfriend to the innocent girl in the corner, as his eyes went between 'Rosie' and his project.

He didn't like leaving her but he needed this, to prove something.

"More water, for her?" He croaked out, wanting his companion to be vocally operational, surprisingly.

(Y/N) kept her head low as she struggle to stay awake—sleep seemed more appealing than dealing with a psychopath.

"I'm not as isolated as a might appear." The scientist completely ignored Murphy's request and went straight to the point about something in his hand.

"My zombie safaris take me out of my zip code, and on occasion, I catch interesting internet and radio chatter."

His teeth began to show as he clicked one button in the recorder. The familiar echo of Citizen Z bounced off the walls of the room, into the walls of Murphy's brain.

Two hearts fell with disappointment, able to depict the next moves of their captor.

The words kept playing in (Y/N)'s head like an off beat that never sits right with your own music, 'There's a man traveling among you. He's the only human known to survived a zombie bite. His blood has the antibodies to create a vaccine.'

(Y/N) recognized the desperation in his voice, which told her he didn't think he had another choice. Whatever happened at Citizen Z's location, plus whatever was going on whenever they first lost Murphy, must've had him stressed to the max.